Road Encountering Injustice, a Shout of "Scram!"

The next morning, Qin Feng, sporting faint dark circles under his eyes, yawned as he stepped out.

Last night, he'd been engrossed in the "Yellow Springs" app, like Columbus discovering a new continent. He'd scrolled through it until 3 AM, digging up every piece of beginner information available before finally going to sleep, still wanting more.

The app clearly introduced the mainstream cultivation paths of the current supernatural world.

[Path of Talismans]: Communicating with heaven and earth through talismans, borrowing spiritual energy, emphasizing inheritance and comprehension. Representative factions: Longhu Mountain, Maoshan.

[Buddhist Body Cultivation]: Chanting scriptures to stabilize the mind, ascetic practices to refine the body, subduing demons with flesh, indestructible like Vajra. Representative factions: Jinshan Temple.

[Object Manipulation and Weapon Cultivation]: Unity of person and weapon, the weapon strikes before the person, focusing on killing. Representative factions: Shushan Sword Sect.

Besides these, there were various branches like Gu Masters, Onmyoji, Shamans, and more, a dizzying array that left Qin Feng overwhelmed.

The core of these orthodox inheritances was to use specific methods to breathe, guide, and refine the spiritual energy scattered in the world, store it within the body, and ultimately use it for oneself.

The "Yellow Springs" app was very user-friendly. After introducing the major schools, it also provided a basic official cultivation method called Qi Gathering Returning to Origin Art, freely available to all registered Anomalous Humans.

It was said that the Special Cases Department had gathered the fundamental cultivation techniques from various major factions, removed the dross, and created a universally applicable and stable cultivation method.

Although he wanted to continue learning about the world of Anomalous Humans, it was Monday, and he had classes.

Even though he had one foot in that bizarre "Inner World," in reality, he was still a broke sophomore in the History Department of Donghai University, struggling for scholarships and living expenses.

The shift in identity was as natural as breathing.

Walking along the tree-lined campus path, surrounded by university students brimming with youthful hormones, sunlight dappled through the leaves.

This peaceful and serene atmosphere made the bloodshed and strangeness of last night feel like a lifetime ago.

Qin Feng even had the illusion that he had just had two overly realistic nightmares.

It wasn't until he felt a faint, almost imperceptible coolness from the scissor tattoo on his right arm that he was pulled back to reality.

No, it wasn't a dream.

As he walked towards the teaching building, pondering what to eat for lunch, a small commotion in the crowd ahead caught his attention.

He followed everyone's gaze, and his sight involuntarily fixed.

It was a girl.

She was holding several thick textbooks, standing quietly by the notice board not far away, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

Her long, dark, and smooth hair was loosely tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing a fair and graceful neck.

She wore a simple, elegant light blue linen dress. Slender and tall, she looked like a lady from an ancient Song Dynasty painting, gentle, refined, and possessing a tranquility that was out of place in this restless era.

The sunlight gilded her with a soft golden edge, making her look unrealistically beautiful, causing the boys attempting to strike up a conversation to feel inadequate and hesitant to approach.

"Holy crap, it's Su Qinghui! For real!"

"She's a million times prettier than her photos on the campus forum, her aura is amazing."

"The new campus belle from the Archaeology Department's freshman class, she took the number one spot on the campus belle list with an overwhelming advantage right after enrolling."

The surrounding discussions were at a moderate volume, just enough to reach Qin Feng's ears.

Su Qinghui.

The name, like a rusty key, unexpectedly turned in the lock of Qin Feng's memory!

A dusty, almost faded childhood scroll unfurled with a bang.

He clearly remembered, in the compound where his parents were still alive and his family was whole, there was a little girl who always followed him, with pigtails, softly calling him "Brother Qin."

She would carefully share half of the "White Rabbit" candy her mother gave her, and after he got into a fight, she would red-eyed, clumsily wipe the dust from his face with a small handkerchief.

That little girl was named Su Qinghui!

Qin Feng's footsteps froze as if nailed to the spot, his eyes instantly becoming dazed and complex.

Could it be her?

How could it be... such a coincidence?

He stared intently at the girl not far away, trying to find even the slightest trace of the slightly chubby, crybaby little girl from his memory on her cool, distant profile.

But other than the same dark, long hair, he could find almost no common ground.

One was warm and smiling in his memory, the other was refined and distant in reality.

The girl seemed to sense the overly intense gaze and turned her face slightly. Her clear, apricot-shaped eyes, like autumn water, looked over with a hint of polite confusion.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Just as he was about to look away and dismiss this unrealistic thought, a boy dressed in designer clothes, with his hair slicked back, finally mustered the courage to walk up and block Su Qinghui's path.

"Classmate Su, hello, I'm Li Zhe from the Finance Department. The student union is having a mixer this weekend, are you interested..."

Su Qinghui looked up at him, a faint, yet distant smile on her face. Her voice was as smooth as jade, "Thank you, senior. But I already have plans this weekend. I need to organize materials at the library."

Her refusal was so polite that no fault could be found.

But Li Zhe clearly didn't want to give up. He stepped forward again, smiling, "You can always go to the library, but a large mixer like this is a good opportunity to broaden your network. Someone as outstanding as you, Classmate Su, shouldn't miss it."

Su Qinghui's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and the polite smile faded, "I'm sorry, I really don't have time."

She wanted to get around him, but Li Zhe blocked her again. More and more people gathered to watch, and many began to whisper.

Qin Feng stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze turning cold.

He recognized this Li Zhe. He was the vice minister of the student union's external relations department. Relying on his family's modest wealth, he had always acted ostentatiously at school.

Seeing the composure on Su Qinghui's face gradually replaced by distress, the nameless anger in Qin Feng's heart burned even hotter.

A scene flashed through his mind – years ago, after a bigger kid snatched her candy, she hid behind him, clutching his clothes tightly and secretly wiping away tears, a little girl.

Back then, he had stepped forward just like this, using his small body to shield her, driving away the person bullying her.

He took a deep breath and strode forward.

Just then, Su Qinghui's gaze inadvertently swept past the persistent Li Zhe, over his shoulder, and met Qin Feng's eyes again as he approached.

This time, in addition to confusion, her eyes seemed to hold a trace of barely perceptible... anticipation, followed by a hint of hesitation.

Qin Feng continued walking, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Li Zhe was still bothering Su Qinghui, completely ignoring the approaching Qin Feng.

However, the moment they passed each other, a single word drifted out, like a weightless snowflake, yet it struck his soul with a tremor.

"Scram."

Li Zhe's smile froze.

He... was talking to me?

The thought was so absurd it made him want to laugh.

He instinctively turned his head, wanting to see who this ignorant fellow was.

Immediately, he saw Qin Feng's eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

Li Zhe's mind went blank.

He had seen angry, venomous, disdainful gazes, but he had never seen eyes like these – an absolute darkness from ten thousand meters below the deep sea, from which even light could not escape.

There was no reflection of Li Zhe in those eyes, as if he, as a person, had never been worthy of being "seen" from the very beginning.

Li Zhe felt as if struck by lightning. His legs went weak, and he involuntarily took half a step back.

All the sarcastic words he had prepared were instantly swallowed.

A fear originating from his primal instincts made his hands and feet cold, and his brain even forgot to give the command to breathe.

Qin Feng, however, didn't pause for even half a second. He walked straight past Su Qinghui and towards the teaching building.

It was as if the word he had spoken was merely to sweep away an unsightly pebble on the roadside, nothing more.

Su Qinghui stood still, clutching her books, watching Qin Feng's departing back. A ripple appeared in her clear eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, as if trying hard to recall something, her expression somewhat puzzled.

Li Zhe froze in place for a few seconds. By the time Li Zhe came to his senses, Su Qinghui had long since disappeared. He could only awkwardly and dejectedly leave under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Entering the classroom and sitting down in the corner, Qin Feng's mind remained restless for a long time.

"Still too similar."

To soothe his increasingly complicated emotions, Qin Feng took out his phone and opened that dark gold "Yellow Springs" app.

This time, he didn't open the [Anomalous Human Community] to watch the fun. Instead, he opened the [Task Hall].

His gaze quickly scanned the high-difficulty missions that required a team, and finally, it settled on a request.

[Assistance Request (E-Class)]

[Mission Objective: Back alley in the old city north of the city, resentment is gathering, suspected "human flesh steamed buns." Several night shift workers have already gone missing. Collaborators are requested to investigate.]

[Mission Reward: 20 Contribution Points. 5000 Yuan Cash]

[Acceptance Requirements: LV.2 Soul Reaper and above, can be accepted solo.]

[Note: Latest intelligence indicates that one of the missing workers, Li Tie, has been found. The target is currently mentally unstable and is being held at the City Seventh People's Hospital. He repeatedly mutters "I ate my finger." After treatment, the course of events has been confirmed.]